Author Note: here it is the next chapter. Sorry for not having updated it sooner.
Chapter 2: Just being servants.
"Mey-Rin?" Sebastian called walking into the laundry room. Well not the laundry room, more of a soapy mess. He sighed irritably, he did not need this on top of his other worries today.
"Mr Sebastian?" the maid called from the middle of the room, "I'm sorrrrry!" she practically cried out about the mess she had made. "The detergent just slipped out of my hands and… and…" she seemed to swim through the soap to where Sebastian was.
Great, just what I need, more mess on top of the young master being ill. What rotten luck. He thought to himself, small amounts of anger seemed to radiate off of him. He sighed again before looking at Mey-Rin, "Clean this up." He ordered, "And I don't want to see a single soap-sud on any surface by the time I am finished." He snapped at her.
"Is something wrong." She asked, sensing something was off with Sebastian. It was a common occurrence, Sebastian snapping at her or the other servants, but this time the way he had snapped was different, there was something on his mind.
Sebastian looked at her, "The young master has been poisoned, that is reason why he is ill at present." He replied simply, "Has the rubbish been collected yet?" he added, needing to go and see if there was any evidence.
"The rubbish?" Mey-Rin asked with a dumb look on her face, before shaking her head like a wet pup for a few moments. "No, it hasn't been collected, the people who come to collect it said that they were unable to make it to the collection today."
Sebastian merely nodded. "That's not an important issue." He said, rubbing his temples, her master was sick and here she was worrying about the fact that the rubbish hadn't been collected, the woman needed to seriously sort out her priorities.
"But why not? It'll just get more filled before their next collection." She rambled on a bit.
"I will deal with that later," the demon replied slightly irked, "I don't really care that it hasn't been taken away, the fact that it hasn't is of more of a benefit to me-."
"Whys that?" Mey-Rin butted in, earning a glare from Sebastian.
"There might be evidence of the needed used to inject the poison into the young master." He replied simply.
"Ohh…" Mey-Rin replied quietly, "Well then I'll start cleaning this and let you get back to your business, yes I will." Sebastian merely watched her scurry off for a moment before walking to where all the rubbish was dumped, he stood looking at the mound before changing his gloves.
"Great, again I am trawling through trash. I guess it can't be as bad as it was when the master asked me to find those stupidly small shards of paper at Weston Collage." He stepped forward and started to sift through the waste. "And shards of glass aren't exactly easy to find." He added with a sigh. Being a butler, even after three years in service to the earl, was hard work.
Back in Ciel's bedchambers, Finny was still looking out for the boy, watching over him carefully, he had replaced the damp cloth on the boy's forehead several times, Ciel's fever still raging, and showing no signs of letting up.
The teenage gardener let out a long sigh, truly worried about his master, he sat lacing his fingers together in his lap fidgeting slightly due to the worry. Though something perked his attention. He looked up at his young master, he was stirring. Ciel was starting to wake.
Finny had to supress a small cry of happiness that Ciel had woken up, at least it was a sign that he was alive, the boy cheerfully thought, though he knew that Ciel wouldn't remain awake for long, just enough time for the boy to eat some food and have a drink to keep his nutrients up.
"Nngh" was the slightly mumbles response the earl gave as he came around, opening his blue eye. Finny was stood by his side.
"How you feeling?" he asked his master softly.
"I…err… where's Sebastian?" Ciel asked weakly.
"He's had to go to speak to Mey-Rin about something." Finny replied, earning a weak nod from Ciel as he coughed slightly. Finny frowned hearing the Earl cough, it was something that hadn't plagued him the last few days, and he must be getting worse, he didn't have a cough yesterday. "Master Ciel would you like some help sitting up?" he asked, although Ciel wasn't normally the kind of person who would just accept the help, he had become so weak that he was unable to gather the strength to sit up himself.
Ciel nodded, "you don't have to ask, you know, whilst I'm in this state." He weakly said, for now he was accepting the fact that he needed help. Finny nodded and gently helped Ciel into an almost sitting position, propping him up with a few more pillows to ease any pains he might be getting. He then went over and brought the food over to Ciel that Sebastian had made, thankfully Ciel had woken not long after the food had been prepared so it was still warm.
Ciel tried to pick up the spoon in order to try and eat the soup himself, after all the boy didn't want to seem too much of a burden to his servant. Finny watched him, he could see it in Ciel's eye that he wanted to try and do this independently, but after the spoon had slipped out of his hand for the fifth time, he let out a long sigh and gave up. Ciel actually looked defeated, a look Finny had never seen from the earl.
The gardener picked up the spoon and put some of the soup on it, holding it to his master's lips for him to eat. Ciel took the spoon full of soup and ate it. After he had managed to swallow it down, having some difficulty in doing that, he looked at Finny,
"Sorry" he whispered softly. Finny's eyes widened as he heard his master say that,
"Why are you sorry?" He questioned, "You have nothing to be sorry about, you're ill and you shouldn't be sorry about that, it's just a part of life." He looked for Ciel's reaction, which was a slight chuckle but nothing more.
He continued to feed Ciel the soup until it was mostly gone. Ciel didn't want any more of the soup. He put the soup back on the service trolley that Sebastian had brought it up to his master on, and picked up the cup that was there, along with a pot of honey.
"Master Ciel, would you like some warm milk and honey?" he asked, not knowing if Ciel felt up to drinking it. Ciel nodded, a smile graced his lips, how could he not refuse warm milk and honey, he ordered Finny to pour the honey into the milk, telling him when to stop. Finny did as told then placed the rim of the cup to Ciel's lips to let him drink the milk.
Notes from Phantomhive Child
Just a quick chapter to bridge the two chapters as I didn't want to have Sebastian find the needle too soon.
I hope that you like the chapter, I know Ciel seems to be OOC but I am a sucker for adorable things and well I found the scene between Finny and Ciel adorable so I decided to include it.